Vance’s phone vibrated subtly in his inner pocket. He excused himself from a small circle of guests and glanced at the screen.

It was a message from Haven.

Don’t wander too far. I have something prepared for you tonight.

His lips curved.

Across the room, Haven stood a few steps away from him, pretending not to look directly at him. Yet she knew precisely when he read it. Their gazes met briefly.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket.

A servant approached him with a crystal glass filled ...